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Hiya!! I love your wbk works!!! May I request nsfw umi with inexperienced anxious reader!! I know he would be the sweetest

Don’t forget to drink water and take breaks!!

- 💫anon

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄! ⎯ 𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

summary: After his friends make a joke about their sex life, [Name] can’t stop overthinking. She and Hajime have been together for a while, but they’ve never gone further than kissing — and now, self-conscious and anxious, she starts to wonder if he’s getting tired of waiting. That night, when he stays over, she finally decides to be honest about what she wants… even if it scares her.

warnings: first Time, fem!reader is Nervous, soft dom Umemiya Hajime, Gentle Sex, emotional comfort, aftercare, oral (m → f), fingering, virgin Reader, Anxiety, Reassuring Partner, soft dirty talk, penetration (m → f), (Established Relationship, crying during sex (not negative).

wc: 5.9k words.

💫 anon: thank you so much for the request ! It was my first time in ages writing a request, I hope I did okay and it turned out like you imagined it ! <3

It was one of those lazy golden evenings, the kind that made the cracked pavement glow and turned even the loudest engine roars into background noise. The Bofurin boys were gathered outside the usual convenience store, sprawled across their bikes and stacked milk crates, trash-talking each other over cans of soda and half-eaten snacks.

You were tucked under Umemiya Hajime’s arm, legs curled up on the curb, sipping a melon soda and trying not to overthink how his fingers occasionally rubbed slow circles into your shoulder. He always touched you like that — casual, comforting. Familiar.

“Oi, Umemiya!” Suo shouted through a mouthful of chips, grinning like a devil. “Don’t think we didn’t notice [Name] looking all dazed earlier. What, you finally put those pretty-boy muscles to use?”

Laughter broke out instantly. Togame whistled low, while Toma choked on his drink. You stiffened slightly, your heart lurching, but tried to keep your face neutral.

Umemiya laughed — that loud, slightly nasal cackle of his — and tilted his head back.

“Oi oi,” he said with a grin, tightening his arm around your shoulder. “I’m a gentleman, ya know. I ain’t some wild dog.”

Someone muttered something about “liar,” and Umemiya just kept chuckling, shaking his head like it didn’t matter. He didn’t seem embarrassed. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t… correct them.

You forced a smile, but your fingers tightened around the soda can. Your stomach was twisting.

Because the truth was… you hadn’t done anything. Not really. Kissing, sure. And once or twice, things had gotten a little heated — wandering hands, breathless moments where you thought maybe it would go further — but you always pulled back. And he never pushed. Not once.

Still, something about how easily he’d brushed the comment off, how natural he looked laughing with the guys like it wasn’t a big deal, made something sink in your chest.

When the sun finally dipped below the skyline and everyone started peeling off, you tugged at his sleeve as he swung a leg over his bike.

“Hey,” you murmured, forcing your voice to sound light. “Wanna stay over tonight?”

He paused for half a second, eyes flicking to your face. There was a beat — not suspicion, but something close. Something quietly attentive. But he just gave a crooked smile.

“Yeah,” he said, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Course I do.”

The door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing a little too loud in the quiet apartment.

You padded toward your room without saying much, tugging your hoodie sleeves over your hands like they could muffle the pounding in your chest. Umemiya followed at a slower pace, always letting you lead — not just physically. Emotionally, too. That was the thing about him. He was easy to be around… but sometimes that made it harder.

You sat on the edge of your bed, legs drawn up, arms around your knees. The silence in the room wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was… fragile.

Umemiya was still by the door, pulling off his jacket, then his hoodie — loose tank top underneath. Muscles flexing naturally. You watched him from the corner of your eye, heart thudding. You wanted him. That was never the issue. You wanted him so badly it made your hands shake sometimes. But— wanting didn’t make the fear go away.

You turned your eyes down to your lap, staring at your fingers twisted in the fabric of your sleeves. Why couldn’t you just do something? Say something? Reach for him, pull him down to the bed and kiss him until you both forgot how long it had been. How far you hadn’t gone.

You bit your lip, hard.

Maybe he was tired of it. Of you. The thought twisted sharp in your gut. He laughed when the guys made that joke. Didn’t even correct them. Didn’t say, “Nah, we haven’t done that yet.” Just smiled like it didn’t matter. Like it was easier to let them think you had.

God, what if he was only waiting to be polite? What if he was bored of waiting? What if he was getting tired of you?

Your chest tightened, breath hitching without warning. You didn’t mean to sniffle, but it happened, and you quickly wiped your face on your sleeve, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

But of course, he had.

You felt the shift in the bed before you saw him — the dip of the mattress beside you as he sat down, careful, like he didn’t want to startle you.

“…Hey,” Umemiya said softly, voice losing that lazy, teasing edge he used with everyone else. It was just him now. Just Hajime.

You still didn’t look up.

He waited a beat, then nudged your knee gently with his fingers.

“[Name]. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You wanted to answer — really, you did — but the words were all stuck behind a dam of anxiety and self-doubt.

You felt his hand slip over your knee again, this time staying there. Just a warm, steady weight. No pressure.

Just… waiting.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted quietly, voice breaking despite your best effort.

Umemiya blinked. “What?” He leaned in a little. “Sorry for what?”

You finally looked at him — and the concern in his eyes nearly undid you completely. Not judgment. Not frustration. Just open, focused attention. The kind he gave you when you were unraveling, but he still made you feel like the center of his universe.

“For not…” You trailed off, breath shaking. “For not being able to do more. With you.”

He froze. Not in a bad way — not like you said something wrong. Just… like he was processing it fully.

“…You think I’m mad about that?” he asked quietly.

Your silence said everything.

Umemiya exhaled slowly and scooted a little closer, legs turning toward you. His fingers brushed yours where they rested between your knees.

“I’m not mad, [Name],” he said. “I’m not tired of you. Not waiting for you to hurry up or do anything you’re not ready for.”

Your eyes were burning. You hated crying in front of people. Even him.

“But it’s been so long,” you whispered. “And I want to, Hajime. I really do. I just don’t know how to… start. Or say it. And then I think maybe you’re bored or regretting waiting this long and—”

“Whoa, whoa,” he cut in gently, squeezing your hand. “Bored? Regretting? Pretty, I’m not some asshole who just wants that.”

You blinked, surprised by the firmness in his voice.

He looked at you straight-on now, gaze unwavering. “I like waiting. Because it means I get more time with you like this. Holding your hand. Making you laugh. Walking you home. Falling asleep next to you. And yeah, I want you. Of course I do. But only when you want it. And not a second before.”

You stared at him, lips parted, something warm and aching rising in your chest.

His hand to your cheek, brushing your hair back. “You’re not Weird. Or slow. Or anything to apologize for. You’re just… you. And I’m crazy about you. Okay?”

Your breath hitched again, but this time for a different reason.

You wanted to be close. You wanted to stop thinking and start feeling.

You didn’t remember leaning into him — not really — but suddenly your forehead was resting against his shoulder, and his arms were around you. Gentle. Warm. He always held you like you were something breakable, but never fragile.

His lips brushed the top of your head. “We don’t have to do anything, y’know,” he murmured. “I meant that.”

“I…” Your voice caught. “I want to, Hajime. I just…”

Your fingers clutched at the front of his shirt, trembling. Your heart felt like it was trying to claw its way out of your chest. He didn’t rush you. Just rubbed slow circles into your lower back with his thumb.

You took a breath, then another. “I want you to.. to touch me.”

You felt him exhale slowly, chest rising under your cheek. His hand moved to cup your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone as he gently tilted your head up.

His voice was a mumble, “Okay.”

He kissed you — not rushed or greedy. Just slow and warm and full of patience. You leaned into it, lips parting when his tongue brushed yours. It made something tighten deep in your belly. Need. Want. Still wrapped in nerves, but no longer drowning in them.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours. “Still okay?”

You nodded. “Y-Yeah. Just… r-really nervous.”

He smiled, and it was so soft it made your heart ache. “S’okay to be nervous. You’re safe, [Name]. I got you.”

You swallowed, fingers twisting in his shirt. “I don’t really… know what to do.”

“You don’t gotta do anything,” he whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Just let me take care of you.”

He helped you ease back on the bed, crawling over you with slow, careful movements, like you were made of glass. You gasped a little when his lips trailed down your throat, warm and patient, sucking just enough to leave a trace. Your hands clutched at his shoulders.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured against your skin, then kissed your collarbone. “Tell me if anything’s too much. If you need to stop, even for a second—just say the word, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, then whispered, “Please don’t stop.”

That was all it took.

His hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingers trailing feather-light touches along your ribs, then down, until he reached the waistband of your shorts.

He paused. “Can I?”

Your breath hitched. “Y-Yeah.”

He tugged them down gently, helping you get out of them. His eyes stayed on yours the whole time—like he was making sure you never felt exposed, only seen.

And then his hand was between your thighs.

You whimpered when his fingers brushed you—softly at first, then with more intent as he found you already wet. Your thighs tried to close on instinct, but he was there, murmuring soft praise into your skin.

“So good, love,” he whispered, lips at your neck. “So pretty like this. You feel amazing.”

Your head dropped back onto the pillow, chest rising and falling rapidly. His finger slid between your folds, slow and teasing, not quite pressing in. You bucked a little without meaning to.

“Shhh,” he soothed, kissing your jaw. “I got you. Gonna go slow.”

When he slid a single finger inside, you gasped — it wasn’t painful, just foreign, new.

“Still okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” you breathed, “It feels… weird. But g-good.”

“Gonna add another, ‘kay?”

You nodded, hips shifting just the tiniest bit toward him. And then you felt two fingers stretching you open, a pressure building as he worked you gently, curling against something inside you that made you moan, shaky and breathless.

“Fuck, you sound so good,” he murmured, kissing you.

Before you could even form words, he was moving lower. His fingers pulled back just enough for his mouth to replace them, tongue teasing gently over your clit. You gasped — a sharp, trembling sound — your hips twitching as your hands flew to his hair.

“H-Haji—wait, I—!” you stuttered, overwhelmed.

He looked up for just a second, lips slick. “Too much?”

“N-No! Just—feels really good—!”

He smiled, tongue dipping again, flicking and circling with such slow speed you could feel your stomach coiling tighter and tighter. His fingers slid back inside you, syncing with the rhythm of his mouth —

“Good girl,” he murmured into you. “Let it happen. Just feel me. You’re doing so good, sugar.”

That broke something open.

You arched against the bed with a strangled cry, thighs trembling around his head as your orgasm hit you in waves. Your hands gripped his shoulders like you were falling — but he was already holding you, grounding you, kissing you through every second of it.

When you finally came down, panting and dazed, he was already back at your side, wiping your tears away — you hadn’t even realized you were crying again.

Not from fear this time. From relief.

From being wanted — and seen.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered again, tucking you into his chest as you curled into him. “Always.

“I want to… I want to go further,” you said, voice barely more than a whisper.

His brows lifted slightly — not from surprise, but from caution. “Yeah?”

You nodded, already shaking a little. “I… I want you to be my first. I’m just— I’m r-really scared.”

He didn’t tease. Didn’t smirk. He just shifted upright a little, leaning closer to cup your cheek with one warm, calloused hand.

“I’d be honored,” he said quietly. “But only if you’re really sure, baby. Not just ‘I want to make him happy.’ Not just to get it over with. You. Are you sure?”

You swallowed hard. “I want you. I’m scared, but I trust you.”

His breath hitched — almost like you’d just punched all the air out of his lungs. “Okay,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you slow and deep. “Then I’m gonna make it good for you. Gonna go slow. Real slow. You tell me to stop, even once? I stop. No questions.”

You nodded again, heart rattling against your ribs. “O-Okay.”

He kissed you again — not rushed, not hungry. Just careful. His hands moved over your body like he was learning you all over again, pausing when you gasped or tensed, murmuring soft praise into your skin with every touch.

“You’re so beautiful, [Name]. You’re perfect like this.”

He took his time undressing too, letting you see all of him, letting you touch. Just quiet closeness, layer by layer.

When he laid you back, he kissed down your chest, hands stroking your thighs to ease the tension there. lips brushing your skin.

“I’m gonna go real slow. Gonna feel a little stretch at first, yeah? Just breathe with me, okay?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide. “I-I’m ready.”

“Okay,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “I’m right here.”

You felt the press of him — the tip nudging gently between your folds. You tensed automatically, and his hand immediately found yours, fingers weaving tight.

“Shhh, love. I got you,” he whispered. “We’ll stop if it’s too much.”

You shook your head quickly. “N-No. Just… just need a second.”

He kissed your knuckles. “Take your time.”

With your breathing slow and guided by his soft words, he began to push in — just a little at a time. You gasped, eyes fluttering, thighs trembling under his steady touch. It didn’t hurt, not really. It was just… intense. Full. New.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “You feel incredible. So warm. So soft.”

You whimpered again, face burying into his shoulder as he bottomed out with a low, shaky breath.

“That’s it. You took all of me, baby,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “You okay?”

“I-I think so,” you breathed, still trembling. “J-Just… stay like this. Just for a second.”

“Yeah. Of course.”

He held you there, letting you adjust, his hand stroking your side while he whispered soft, silly nothings — how proud he was, how beautiful you looked, how much he adored you.

When you finally nodded, he started to move — just a slow, careful rock of his hips. You gasped again, overwhelmed, but this time there was more pleasure than fear.

Each roll of his body made something flutter deep inside you, and you clung to him like he was the only real thing in the world. His breath stuttered against your neck, but he never went faster, never chased his own pleasure. He was all you.

“I love you,” you whispered, voice cracking as your body trembled again.

He looked at you like the words broke him open. “I love you too, [Name],” he said. “So much. You’re doing amazing.”

The warmth building inside you wasn’t just physical — it was emotional, too. Every soft thrust, every whispered praise, every slow, touch brought you closer. When you finally came again, it was with tears in your eyes and his name on your lips, your whole body tightening around him.

„fuck.. im close Sugar… need you a little longer.“

After more soft thrusts, He followed soon after, burying his face in your neck with a low, desperate sound, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

He didn’t pull away right away. Just stayed there, breathing with you, stroking your hair, kissing your cheeks and forehead, whispering how proud he was. How much he loved you. How grateful he was you trusted him like this.

You were still shaking — but not from fear this time.

From being full. Of love. Of him. Of something that felt safe and unforgettable.

You blinked up at the ceiling, your body buzzing with a thousand sensations you didn’t know how to sort through.

And then — reality hit you like a cold breeze.

You were naked.

Next to him.

You yelped softly and yanked the blanket up to your chest in one frantic motion, curling onto your side and pulling the covers tightly around you like they could erase the memory of how bare you’d just been.

Umemiya — still sprawled on his back beside you, breathing heavy but completely relaxed — turned his head with a lazy grin.

“…You serious?” he said with a low chuckle. “You’re really gonna get shy on me now?”

You squeaked, hiding half your face under the blanket. “D-Don’t look!“

His laugh came louder this time, boyish and full of warmth, and he flopped dramatically onto his side to face you. “Babe, I just had you. You think there’s anything left I haven’t seen?”

“That’s exactly why!” you said, face burning. “It’s different now!”

He grinned, eyes soft even through the teasing. “God, you’re cute.”

“I’m not cute,” you grumbled, voice muffled behind the fabric. “I’m— I’m—nervous.”

“I know, baby.” His voice dropped into something softer now, less teasing. His fingers reached beneath the blanket to find yours and squeeze them gently. “But you don’t have to be. Not with me.”

You didn’t answer right away. Just clutched the sheets tighter and peeked at him over the edge.

“You’re not… disappointed?” you asked softly. “That I was so nervous? That I didn’t know anything?”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth. Each one slow. Sure.

“[Name],” he said, like he needed you to hear it, “I’m proud of you. That took so much trust. And you gave that to me. I don’t care how nervous you were. You were perfect.”

Your eyes welled again — because he meant it. Not just to soothe you. Not to win points.

Just the truth.

He tugged gently at the blanket, lowering it an inch. “Let me hold you properly, yeah? I miss your skin.”

You hesitated — then slowly let him tug the covers down enough to slide his arms around your waist, pulling you in close, your chest pressed to his.

His skin was warm, his heartbeat steady. Everything about him said safe.

“You were perfect,” he repeated into your hair, breath soft against your scalp. “And you’re still cute, even if you’re hiding like a little shrimp under the covers.”

You groaned into his chest, face still red.

But you smiled, too.

Because he was right here. And you didn’t have to be afraid anymore.

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a/n : thanks for reading.. my first English smut…

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Today I drew Umemiya with a cactus. 🌵

If you'd like to see a specific character, feel free to comment. 🐸

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HAYLOFT HEAT

farmboy!hajime, the tall, sun-kissed, broad-shouldered, sweat-glistened, salt-of-the-earth gentle giant who smells like hay, fresh bread, and masculinity. carries crates like they weigh nothing, makes jam by hand, owns one dog and maybe a cow named after his ex.

farmboy!hajime who spots you one day after coming back from his barn, a chicken in his hands, watching you shift into your grandparents’ small cottage in the tiny village. he can instantly tell you’re a city girl here for some peace and quiet, far from the loud city. he grins at you, acting all cool, but then his chicken screams, making the whole situation awkward.

farmboy!hajime who offers you a hand to move your things, carrying two or three heavy boxes as if they weigh nothing.

farmboy!hajime who acts all flirty but a deep blush appears on his cheeks as you thank him, calling him ”strong.” he’s scratching the back of his neck, babbling about himself and his farmland.

farmboy!hajime, an absolute sweetheart, brings you fresh vegetables, eggs, milk, and a few weeks ago, a huge cheese wheel. you tell him it’s too much, but he just grins and shrugs it off, telling you to share with the villagers if it’s too much.

farmboy!hajime who distributes part of his farmed gains among the villagers. you learn most villagers are old citizens, and everyone loves this himbo farmboy deeply.

farmboy!hajime who visits you frequently—you know it’s just an excuse. he loves hearing you talk about yourself, your life, the city you came from, how you’re adjusting to village life—everything. you catch his eyes roaming all over you; he’s definitely not subtle.

farmboy!hajime who grins at your teasing. you being sassy, poking fun at his farmboy life? he’s listening, but then suddenly you’re on his back, carried like a sack of rice as he laughs wholeheartedly. ”you bet i couldn’t carry you, darlin’?”

farmboy!hajime who carries you to his place, your ass facing the entrance, fists smacking his spine. ”you’re enjoying this too much,” you complain, voice muffled against his tank top. he grins and spanks your ass, making you yelp and blush. ”i enjoy getting my hands on things, you included.” he keeps walking, fingers sinking into your ass. ”now hush,” he whispers, ”i’ve got fresh eggs, delicious baked bread, cherry tomatoes, and someone to spoil.”

farmboy!hajime who sets you on the wooden counter, sliding your body off his shoulders with a goofy grin, your chest squishing against his as he locks you in with both arms. ”i’ve got the table ready,” he nods at the table behind—bread, jam, milk, all kinds of vegetables, eggs, cooked meat, curd, and the main course: you.

farmboy!hajime who smirks at your protests about running away. ”now, now, i didn’t carry you all the way here to let you run, darlin’.” you huff, and he smirks more. ”still gonna call me farmboy?” you roll your eyes, breathing cedar and hay from his clothes. ”farm daddy, maybe.” he laughs out loud, leaning in, lips brushing yours. ”can’t say i’ll hate it.”

farmboy!hajime who’s already between your legs, parting your thighs with his hands, diving into your sweet little pussy, sucking on your clit like he’ll never get enough. ”mmh—fuck—you taste sweeter than any peaches i’ve tasted.” he’s licking you up like a starved man, and you’re a moaning mess. your eyes meet his, and he shamelessly flicks his tongue against your sensitive bud, making you watch.

farmboy!hajime who soon makes you cum, his tongue lapping at your release. he stands up, looking at you, then at your pretty cunt. ”fuck, baby, look at you, all pretty for me.” he slides his dick in next, and you’re arching against him, scratching his back, moaning without restraint.

farmboy!hajime who fucks you deep and hard, the counter taking the blow of his thrusts, your body shaking, mouth wide open, eyes glistening with tears. he breathlessly praises you, lips kissing your cheek. ”fuck, baby—your pretty mouth—all sugar and peaches.” he hits your g-spot, and you’re seeing stars. ”you hear that, huh? that’s you making the kitchen a whole damn honeymoon suite.” and don’t worry—he’s already planning how to propose.

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INCORRECT CHAT

Y/n: I just thought if we were in a movie, I’d be the mysterious loner.

Umemiya: Then I’d be the main character you fall in love with.

Y/n : I already did.

Umemiya:... ( Literally screaming inside)

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જ⁀✦ you don't need to save me (but would you run away with me?)

( umemiya hajime x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — thinking abt him 24/7 actually ( this was supposed to be a longer fic but i lost the plot and just went with this drabble )

♡ word count — 482

♡ content — hajime umemiya x fem! reader, reader could be gn! but just in case, talk of gardening ( i know nothing abt gardening ), pining, hajime is a sap, not proofread, prob ooc

♡ synopsis — Hajime Umemiya's infatuation with you started with tomatoes. He just didn't want it to end there.

── .✦ not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me

It started with tomatoes.

He’d wandered into the garden section like he always did, hoping to snag a few starter plants and maybe catch a conversation with the store owner—someone who now waved him in like family ever since that late-night break-in he'd stopped cold.

But that day, it wasn’t the owner who greeted him.

“Do you need help?”

He’d turned, a packet of seeds dangling loosely in one hand, and there you were. 

Wearing the store apron like it was made for you, sleeves pushed up, hair slightly frizzed from the humidity, and the brightest eyes he’d ever seen looking right at him.

“Oh, I—uh—”

Hajime never stuttered. Ever. 

And yet, suddenly, words were strangers.

“Tomato. Starters.”

Your laugh had been warm. Not mocking. Just easy. 

“They’re over here,” you said, motioning for him to follow.

He did. Like a moth to a gentle sun.

And after that… he just kept coming back.

At first, it was genuine. 

He needed basil, then more soil, then stakes for the tomatoes you helped him find. But soon he was running out of reasons. 

Or rather, he was making them.

“Do you carry moonflower seeds?”

He didn’t even grow flowers.

You smiled. “Not until late summer, sorry.”

“What do you think of corn? Rooftop-friendly?”

“Not really, but I love the ambition.”

He bought a small bag of lavender seeds—off-season and definitely useless—just to linger by your register and ask how your day was. 

And he did this again. 

And again.

Some days he only caught a glimpse of you—rushed, helping someone carry mulch out the door. Other days you’d stop beside him and comment on his latest pick.

“You’re here a lot,” you’d say once, nudging him lightly with your elbow as he stood reading the back of a spinach packet.

“Got a garden with too much space,” he replied. “Feels wrong to leave it empty.”

But it was less about the garden now, and more about you.

And finally, one warm afternoon—when the sky was clear and the scent of lemon balm clung to the air—he stood at the counter with a small tray of entirely impractical seeds and cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he started, voice still calm but with something more beneath it this time. “I was wondering—if you’re free sometime—maybe we could get coffee? Or tea, or, I don’t know… something not related to plants.”

You looked up, hands pausing over the register. And then you smiled.

A sigh escaped your lips—not of annoyance, but something softer. More amused.

“Good. I was wondering how many seeds you were going to buy before you asked.”

Hajime blinked, and then laughed, head ducking slightly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah?” he asked, hopeful.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “I was starting to worry you'd buy out our whole inventory.”

“Worth it,” he said, his smile brightening to something unmistakable. “Every last one.”

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I might do some day, i felt like i could make him more of a sub but for that i would think of another type of dynamic🤔

Taking the Lead

☆Content: Umemiya/reader, female reader, nsfw, aged up, p in v, riding, praising, intimate fluff cus ume is cheesy like that.

☆A/N: Tumblr has me shadow banned, reposting to see if this works💀💀

Ao3 link

Umemiya was someone who is used to have control over things, both in his role as leader and his personal life, every situation is always on his hands and he is very comfortable with that. With you is not very different.

He took the first step by conffessing his feelings to you, the one on giving the first kiss and he enjoys having his way with you on bed. Having you under him, whimpering, screaming his name, he loves having the pleasure of giving you his everything and watching you enjoy it. He enjoys watching you take all his love.

Now, is not that you don't enjoy it that way too, but you can't help but want to reciprocate his actions, and you tried, but he always brush it off with a "oh but you don't have to do that, love. Let me take care of you" and you hate it (not really), cus you can't say no when he speaks to you like that.

So the night he came home absolutely tired to even get up from your side on the couch you saw it as the perfect oportunity.

– oh, poor baby. Long day at work? - you said while wrapping your arms around him, hands caressing his hair lovingly as he hid his face your chest

– Hmmm, so long... - he answered you almost dragging his words.

The space between you two was non-existant, this were the types of day were he was the neediest, just looking foward to have you in any way possible, he just needed to be close to you no matter how. And you were not one to let it slide.

– I got you, Haji. Why don't you let me take care of you?

Your hands run down from his hair to shoulders, along his biceps and down his abdomen, until reaching the hem of his shirt and sneaking them under it. You felt him shiver under your touch as you caressed the bare skin without restriction.

– hmm, you don't have to do that, love... - and there was again the same phrase, but this time he didn't make any intention to move or change the roles, in fact, he gave you more space to let you keep touching.

He was needy like that.

– of course i do, what type of partner would i be if i didn't take care of my boyfriend? - your hands kept exploring his body and he kept trembling under you - specially when he is this needy.

One of your hands left his torso to his crotch, quickly noticing he was already hard under his pants. He let out a low moan that the touch and you couldn't help but smirk at that.

He finally pulled away from your chest, looking at you with his face all red and a kind of smile that told you "you are playing dirty but is working so fucking well". That was your green light.

– Fine... just this once.

.

.

.

The couch got cold and now you were warming up the bed, your bodies felt on fire tho. The room full of dirty noises of moans and skin slaping.

This time you were on top of him, riding his dick and moaning loud everytime it hited your sweet spot.You grinded against his lap, fluttering around him as you repeatedly picked your body up and dropped it back down, allowing your weight to intensify your movements to the point that even he couldn’t hold back his pleasure, panting and groaning with your every movement.

– G-god... you are so good, love. So good for me.

And even like this, he couldn't keep his mouth shut, prising you for your good job, for the perfect way your body moved on top of him, encouraging you to keep riding until your legs couldn't do it anymore.

– That's it love, don't stop... - his hands traveled to your hips, helping you to keep on your movements as he could feel your legs tremble at his sides.

Why did it took him so long to have you like this? Pretty girl taking care of him, looking so perfect jumping on his cock. All just to satisfy him. He was living for it.

– Ha-haji... you like it, baby? - you asked between moans while lowering yourself until your face were mere inches apart, your hips not stoping even a second.

The look on his eyes were pure adoration, love in its pure form, down for you in every way possible. He loves the way you move on top of him, he loves the way you look at him, he loves having you in soul and body and he loves all the things you do just show how much you love him too.

– Like it? God, i love it... i love you so much.

And like that he closed the space between you two, taking your mouth in heated and passionate kiss. Full of disere, full of burning love. You found yourself submiting to it in no time and he took the oportunity on that.

Embracing his arms around your body, plating both feets on the bed, he started to pound on you with a quick peace, reaching deep and fast inside you. He knew you were suppoused to take the lead this time, but you have to understand him, he is a weak man and you were so good for him. He couldn't hold it anymore.

– Ah, Love you too! Love you, love you!

And you were so lost on it that didn't even noticed he took control again, moaning loudly to his ear until sparks exploded on your stomach, eyes rolling up as the ecstasy took over your body. He followed quckily behind you, a few thrusts more and he was empting inside you, filling you with his love.

Once you catched your breath again he gained a smack on his pec , with his cute red-faced girl looking at him with a pout on her face

– Ouch? And what was that for? - he asked between giggles, knowing exactly why he was guilty for

– Play dumb, i was suppoused to take care of you

– Oh but love, you did so well i wasn't able to control myself!

He laughed at it and you pouted even more while hidding on his chest.

Things didn't end up as you planned but for him you didn't exactly what you promised and even more. Beacause of that he fell for you more, if that is even possible. You have that man head over heels.

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Taking the Lead

☆Content: Umemiya/reader, female reader, nsfw, aged up, p in v, riding, praising, intimate fluff cus ume is cheesy like that.

☆A/N: Tumblr has me shadow banned, reposting to see if this works💀💀

Ao3 link

Umemiya was someone who is used to have control over things, both in his role as leader and his personal life, every situation is always on his hands and he is very comfortable with that. With you is not very different.

He took the first step by conffessing his feelings to you, the one on giving the first kiss and he enjoys having his way with you on bed. Having you under him, whimpering, screaming his name, he loves having the pleasure of giving you his everything and watching you enjoy it. He enjoys watching you take all his love.

Now, is not that you don't enjoy it that way too, but you can't help but want to reciprocate his actions, and you tried, but he always brush it off with a "oh but you don't have to do that, love. Let me take care of you" and you hate it (not really), cus you can't say no when he speaks to you like that.

So the night he came home absolutely tired to even get up from your side on the couch you saw it as the perfect oportunity.

– oh, poor baby. Long day at work? - you said while wrapping your arms around him, hands caressing his hair lovingly as he hid his face your chest

– Hmmm, so long... - he answered you almost dragging his words.

The space between you two was non-existant, this were the types of day were he was the neediest, just looking foward to have you in any way possible, he just needed to be close to you no matter how. And you were not one to let it slide.

– I got you, Haji. Why don't you let me take care of you?

Your hands run down from his hair to shoulders, along his biceps and down his abdomen, until reaching the hem of his shirt and sneaking them under it. You felt him shiver under your touch as you caressed the bare skin without restriction.

– hmm, you don't have to do that, love... - and there was again the same phrase, but this time he didn't make any intention to move or change the roles, in fact, he gave you more space to let you keep touching.

He was needy like that.

– of course i do, what type of partner would i be if i didn't take care of my boyfriend? - your hands kept exploring his body and he kept trembling under you - specially when he is this needy.

One of your hands left his torso to his crotch, quickly noticing he was already hard under his pants. He let out a low moan that the touch and you couldn't help but smirk at that.

He finally pulled away from your chest, looking at you with his face all red and a kind of smile that told you "you are playing dirty but is working so fucking well". That was your green light.

– Fine... just this once.

.

.

.

The couch got cold and now you were warming up the bed, your bodies felt on fire tho. The room full of dirty noises of moans and skin slaping.

This time you were on top of him, riding his dick and moaning loud everytime it hited your sweet spot.You grinded against his lap, fluttering around him as you repeatedly picked your body up and dropped it back down, allowing your weight to intensify your movements to the point that even he couldn’t hold back his pleasure, panting and groaning with your every movement.

– G-god... you are so good, love. So good for me.

And even like this, he couldn't keep his mouth shut, prising you for your good job, for the perfect way your body moved on top of him, encouraging you to keep riding until your legs couldn't do it anymore.

– That's it love, don't stop... - his hands traveled to your hips, helping you to keep on your movements as he could feel your legs tremble at his sides.

Why did it took him so long to have you like this? Pretty girl taking care of him, looking so perfect jumping on his cock. All just to satisfy him. He was living for it.

– Ha-haji... you like it, baby? - you asked between moans while lowering yourself until your face were mere inches apart, your hips not stoping even a second.

The look on his eyes were pure adoration, love in its pure form, down for you in every way possible. He loves the way you move on top of him, he loves the way you look at him, he loves having you in soul and body and he loves all the things you do just show how much you love him too.

– Like it? God, i love it... i love you so much.

And like that he closed the space between you two, taking your mouth in heated and passionate kiss. Full of disere, full of burning love. You found yourself submiting to it in no time and he took the oportunity on that.

Embracing his arms around your body, plating both feets on the bed, he started to pound on you with a quick peace, reaching deep and fast inside you. He knew you were suppoused to take the lead this time, but you have to understand him, he is a weak man and you were so good for him. He couldn't hold it anymore.

– Ah, Love you too! Love you, love you!

And you were so lost on it that didn't even noticed he took control again, moaning loudly to his ear until sparks exploded on your stomach, eyes rolling up as the ecstasy took over your body. He followed quckily behind you, a few thrusts more and he was empting inside you, filling you with his love.

Once you catched your breath again he gained a smack on his pec , with his cute red-faced girl looking at him with a pout on her face

– Ouch? And what was that for? - he asked between giggles, knowing exactly why he was guilty for

– Play dumb, i was suppoused to take care of you

– Oh but love, you did so well i wasn't able to control myself!

He laughed at it and you pouted even more while hidding on his chest.

Things didn't end up as you planned but for him you didn't exactly what you promised and even more. Beacause of that he fell for you more, if that is even possible. You have that man head over heels.

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I think tumblr shadowbaned my last writing wtf:"D

I cus is not showing on any of the tags i put in it. Can someone help me? Idk whta to do with it

[calen-00]

PRAISE INTO SUBMISSION – h. umemiya + c. takiishi

a/n: separate drabbles! they make you feel so good you can’t help but, well, tell them! but they’ve never been praised so sweetly, so thoroughly; it kinda makes their brains melt and limbs go weak. :] cws: 18+ mdni. these are both pretty soft but chika’s starts out a little rough <3 you’ll forgive him though! (I hope <3) wc: roughly 540 for each chara.

H. UMEMIYA

“Hajime,” you pant, “you’ll take over, yeah?”

You’re out of breath, hips grinding against his as your thighs start to burn. Two droopy, lidded eyes gaze up at you, hazy with love. Umemiya’s voice rumbles from his chest, no hesitation, just how you like him, “Anything for you.”

He pulls his knees up, feet planted on the mattress with two large palms slotted right above your hips, thumbs tracing the skin with adoration. Slowly, his hips slam into yours as his mouth drops open into a drawn out moan. He looks gorgeous like this, abs twitching and lungs heaving as he lifts you up and down on his cock in perfect time with his thrusts.

Your voice is shaky as he bounces you, running your hands through his messy hair, “Oh, my sweet angel. Doing so good for me.”

His head rolls back, dopey grin on his lips, “Ahh– am I?” Umemiya’s going a little dumb even though he’s fucking you at this point, and it’s so endearing your pussy squeezes around him to mimic the beat of your heart.

“Mhmm. Always so perfect for me.” Your voice is saccharine sweet, forehead pressed to his as you pant into each other’s mouths. He smiles at that, and you swear you hear the beginnings of a high keen in his throat as he cranes his neck forward in pursuit of a kiss. You indulge him, of course, letting out encouraging hums when his hands roam over all your favorite spots.

You murmur between kisses, “Just can’t keep your hands off, can you?” You giggle as he nods his head no, circling one of his arms around you to grind you deeper onto him. His other hand trails down from your chest to your clit, rubbing perfect circles with the pad of his thumb. He swallows your gasp, pulling away to admire the way your face contorts in pleasure at his touch.

As you flutter around his cock, squeezing him with every brush of his thumb, you can see how close he is to falling apart. Umemiya looks like an angel like this, and you tell him so every chance you get. When his cheeks are flushed pink, lidded eyes full of adoration with kiss-bitten lips and a heaving chest, you can’t help but coo praises at him. “So pretty when you’re close, Haji. Gonna cum inside me?”

So doting and respectable as always, he tries his damndest not to. Not before you, at least. But when you murmur in his ear how much he deserves it for making you feel so good, nipping and licking at the shell of his ear, he can’t help it. A hand flies to your waist to ground himself as he twitches, thighs trembling under you as you come undone with him.

It’s overwhelming for him; panted I love yous and the aftershocks of your orgasm making his hips buck. He’s out of breath, eyes closed, fingers twitching at your thighs as he pulls his hips away to guide you off. But you tut, “Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” 

The hot blood from his heart melts straight down to his cock again, drunk on the love you can’t seem to stop smothering him in.

C. TAKIISHI

“Oh my god Chi—“

He muffles your moans when he shoves your face into the mattress, hips pounding against yours from behind as the headboard slams into the wall. He does it until you’re trembling and blabbering, thrashing beneath him. He can hardly make out your words, and he knows he doesn’t need to. It’s more fun to make you go dumb. 

His curiosity gets to him anyway, dipping his head next to yours and adjusting his grip on your head so only the side of your face is squished. You gasp for breath as your mouth and nose become free to breathe through. The corners of his lips twitch into a subtle smirk at the sight of drool connected to soft sheets beneath your lips. You continue, “So good, feelssogood, fuck—“ you choke on your words before you can finish as he hits that gummy spot, making your eyes roll back. 

“There?”

“Yesyesyes— hah, makin’ me feel so fucking good, can’t even—”

“Who? Who’s making you dumb like this?”

“O-oh god, I–”

His lips twitch at that. It’s almost satisfying, vaguely flattering, but it isn’t what he wanted to hear. So he wraps your hair in his hand and pulls until your eyes meet his. It’s a silent challenge; a sharp, demanding gaze that falters for a split second at the sight of your lash line spilling over with tears, pupils dilated with desperation. But you’ll have to give him what he wants for him to let up.

His name slips past your lips in a stutter, nearly unsure at first before he slams his hips into you in a way that jostles every other word you’ve known from your brain. It slurs together on your tongue with choked pleads for him not to stop, a breath of fresh air from the cries for mercy that he’s used to. Something shoots through his body other than arousal– warm in an unfamiliar way. It’s in his gut and his chest, and it grows with every salacious cry of his name ringing from your throat.

He can tell you’re close, and the grip on your hair softens before you feel him smooth it down with his palm. His chest is on fire as he presses it to your back, and tears stream down your cheeks as his hips roll into you. He licks up your tears in one gentle long stroke, pausing when you whimper. When his gaze flickers back to you, his chest jumps at the stars in your eyes. His thumb plays with the drool threatening to drip from your bottom lip as he waits for you to speak. “Chika,” you breathe, “you’re so pretty like this.”

He blinks, dick twitching inside you, murmuring in your hair something you can’t exactly make out before he pulls away. Sliding two fingers onto your tongue, his thrusts grow sloppy as he picks up the pace again, too close to his orgasm to wonder how it could’ve crept up on him like this. And he can’t hear the praise tumbling from your lips when he’s muffling you, but it doesn’t stop him from playing your words on repeat in his head as he spills inside you.

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YAY UME!!

let me get uhhhh reader taking the lead during the deed and Umemiya is living for it🧍🏻‍♀️

Taking the Lead

☆Content: Umemiya/reader, female reader, nsfw, aged up, p in v, riding, prising, intimate fluff cus ume is cheesy like that.

☆Word count: 1.1k

☆A/N: Thank u for the req!! Enjoyed writting this a lot!:DD sorry if it lil short and for taking too long on doing it, work after work came for me and left me with no energy for writing but hope you like it anyways♡ also apoligize in advance for spelling mistake, eng is not my native language;(

Umemiya was someone who is used have control over things, both in his role as leader and his personal life, the situation is always on his hands and he is very comfortable with that. With you is not very different.

He took the first step by conffessing his feelings to you, the one on giving the first kiss and he enjoys having his way with you on bed. Having you under him, whimpering, screaming his name, he loves having the pleasure of giving you his everything and watching you enjoy it. He enjoys shower you with his love.

Now, is not that you don't enjoy it that way too, but you can't help but want to reciprocate his actions, and you tried, but he always brush it off with a "oh but you don't have to do that, love. Let me take care of you" and you hate it (not really) cus you can't say no when he speaks to you like that.

So the night he came home absolutely tired to even get up from your side on the couch you saw it as the perfect oportunity.

– oh, poor baby. Long day at work? - you said while wrapping your arms around him, hands caressing his hair lovingly as he hid his face your chest

– Hmmm, so long... - he answered you almost dragging his words.

The space between you two was non-existant, this were the types of day were he was the neediest, just looking foward to have you in any way possible, he just needed to be close to you no matter how. And you were not one to let it slide.

– I got you, Haji. Why don't you let me take care of you?

Your hands run down from his hair to shoulders, along his biceps and down his abdomen, until reaching the hem of his shirt and sneaking them under it. You felt him shiver under your touch as you caressed the bare skin without restriction.

– hmm, you don't have to do that, love... - and there was again the same phrase, but this time he didn't make any intention to move or change the roles, in fact, he gave you more space to let you keep touching.

He was needy like that.

– of course i do, what type of partner would i be if i didn't take care of my boyfriend? - your hands kept exploring his body and he kept trembling under you - specially when he is this needy.

One of your hands left his torso to his crotch, quickly noticing he was already hard under his pants. He let out a low moan that the touch and you couldn't help but smirk at that.

He finally pulled away from your chest, looking at you with his face all red and a kind of smile that told you "you are playing dirty but is working so fucking well". That was your green light.

– Fine... just this once.

.

.

.

The couch got cold and now you were warming up the bed, your bodies felt on fire tho. The room full of dirty noises of moans and skin slaping.

This time you were on top of him, riding his dick and moaning loud everytime it hited your sweet spot.You grinded against his lap, fluttering around him as you repeatedly picked your body up and dropped it back down, allowing your weight to intensify your movements to the point that even he couldn’t hold back his pleasure, panting and groaning with your every movement.

– G-god... you are so good, love. So good for me.

And even like this, he couldn't keep his mouth shut, prising you for your good job, for the perfect way your body moved on top of him, encouraging you to keep riding until your legs couldn't do it anymore.

– That's it love, don't stop... - his hands traveled to your hips, helping you to keep on your movements as he could feel your legs tremble at his sides.

Why did it took him so long to have you like this? Pretty girl taking care of him, looking so perfect jumping on his cock. All just to satisfy him. He was living for it.

– Ha-haji... you like it, baby? - you asked between moans while lowering yourself until your face were mere inches apart, your hips not stoping even a second.

The look on his eyes were pure adoration, love in its pure form, down for you in every way possible. He loves the way you move on top of him, he loves the way you look at him, he loves having you in soul and body and he loves all the things you do just show how much you love him too.

– Like it? God, i love it... i love you so much.

And like that he closed the space between you two, taking your mouth in heated and passionate kiss. Full of disere, full of burning love. You found yourself submiting to it in no time and he took the oportunity on that.

Embracing his arms around your body, plating both feets on the bed, he started to pound on you with a quick peace, reaching deep and fast inside you. He knew you were suppoused to take the lead this time, but you have to understand him, he is a weak man and you were so good for him. He couldn't hold it anymore.

– Ah, Love you too! Love you, love you!

And you were so lost on it that didn't even noticed he took control again, moaning loudly to his ear until sparks exploded on your stomach, eyes rolling up as the ecstasy took over your body. He followed quckily behind you, a few thrusts more and he was empting inside you, filling you with his love.

Once you catched your breath again he gained a smack on his pec , with his cute red-faced girl looking at him with a pout on her face

– Ouch? And what was that for? - he asked between giggles, knowing exactly why he was guilty for

– Play dumb, i was suppoused to take care of you

– Oh but love, you did so well i wasn't able to control myself!

He laughed at it and you pouted even more while hidding on his chest.

Things didn't end up as you planned but for him you didn't exactly what you promised and even more. Beacause of that he fell for you more, if that is even possible. You have that man head over heels.

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baby fever!

multi-char. x implied fem!reader, wc: 4.3k (total), req? no.

starring! sakura, kaji, umemiya, togame, hiragi, suo

mentions of pregnancy/being pregnant

h. sakura

You can see it in his face, how he's freaking out without trying to move a single muscle. You've known your husband for far too long to miss the panic shining in his eyes, the panic you've been watching steadily grow over the past nine months of your pregnancy.

But now he's holding your son, and it's so very clear that he's totally overwhelmed.

You had naively thought, while distracted by the difficulty of pregnancy and labor, that Haruka had come to terms with the fact that he was going to be—and now was—a father.

Your baby is here, a healthy boy with two beautifully different colored eyes, and you've only been home from the hospital for a few short hours. You had meant to sneak off and take a bath, but then you saw the nervousness lace your husband's lean frame and knew you needed to settle your big baby, first.

"Haru," You coo, kneeling on the couch cushion beside your husband. Your son is sleeping on his chest, Haruka's large hands holding him in the exact perfect way you were taught in those parenting classes Nirei had suggested you take together. "How's it going?"

"Dunno," He answers quickly, but you hear the breathlessness in his quiet voice, desperate not to wake your perfect son. He doesn't even bother looking at you, amber and coal eyes trained on the crown of your newborn's head. "He fell asleep."

"He's a baby. He'll do that." You tease, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your husband's head while the other brushes gently over your son's back. You see Haruka's ears burn red, still not used to your affection, even after so long married, but for once, you bite your tongue.

"I don't..." Your husband starts then pauses, jaw clenching tight in the way he always does while struggling to piece together what he wants to say. He's gotten better at talking through his feelings over the years, but big milestones always make him revert back to the way he was in high school. You know to wait for him, your fingers brushing mindlessly through his two-toned hair while admiring your son. "I don't know what I'm doing."

His words make you snort a laugh, and he looks away from his son just long enough to glare at you.

"Sorry, honey," You mumble, proving you're truly sorry by placating him with a sickeningly sweet kiss to his lips. "But you think I know what I'm doing?"

"That's not what I meant," He huffs. His usual dramatics are toned down, and you credit it to his awareness of his sleeping son on his chest. Your baby has been an easy sleeper so far, but you know it's subject to change.

"I know," You confess, leaning closer into your husband's side, cheek pressed against his shoulder so you can swoon over your son. He really is a perfect mix of your husband and yourself. It makes your lips twitch with a smile unknowingly.

"How am I supposed to be a good dad, when I had such an awful role model for mine?" He's asked this question before, shortly after you announced your pregnancy to him. He had been wracked with panic, then, but you had spent hours chasing those thoughts away. The arrival of your son must have stirred up old feelings.

"I think that the fact that you're even worried about that proves that you're already better than your father." You hum, letting your words sink in. You mean them, too. "Plus, I wouldn't have married you if I thought you were anything less than absolutely perfect for me."

“Shaddup,” He huffs, but his blush has spread to his cheeks. From your spot against his shoulder, you lean up and forward to press another kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Mmm.” You settle against his shoulder once more, your adoring gaze settled on your sweetest baby. You’re certain that you could spend the rest of your life exactly where you’re sitting—on your couch, against your husband’s side, your son asleep on Haruka’s chest.

You reach out a hand and brush your son’s tiny closed fist, resting against the soft fabric of your husband’s shirt. He’s so tiny, and so, so loved. And you know he’ll grow up knowing it, if Haruka always holds him as tenderly as was at that moment.

“Just give him everything you wished your father had given you,” You murmur, feeling your eyelids start to droop. So much for getting the chance to shower while your son slept. “And if you mess up, I’ll be there to set you straight.”

You mean it as a joke, but you’re so sleepy the words drift out of you on a whisper. Haruka breathes a little heavier, something indicative of a laugh while his mind is a million miles away yet grounded to the moment.

“Yeah,” He hums, voice a deep vibration your son surely feels in his sleep. “I can do that.”

You drift to sleep with a smile on your face, your son nearby, and your husband feeling lighter.

r. kaji

You should’ve known you were in trouble when your husband and daughter were being quiet.

It’s not like they’re overly rambunctious or anything, at least, not for a toddler. But you don’t recall hearing even a peep from the two of them in the past ten minutes while you cooked dinner for your small family, and that never happens.

Suspicious, you turn down the heat and venture out of the kitchen. You saw them last in the living room, Ren roped into watching your daughter’s favorite shows. Except, they’re not there, and your confusion mixes with worry about what they could be getting into.

Yes, you trust your husband endlessly, but your daughter has him wrapped around her finger—just like you do.

You make your way further into the house. The door to your bedroom is shut, but your daughter's room is cracked just wide enough for you to finally hear the telltale whispers of your husband and child clearly getting up to something.

"Where did everyone go—?" You ask as you push open the door and step inside, though you pause the moment you find two so similar faces staring up at you with wide, we're getting in trouble, eyes. What's worse is the twin lollipop sticks hanging from their mouths—contraband. "Ren Kaji, I know you're not giving my baby candy while I'm cooking dinner."

Your husband, sitting on the floor with your toddler, looks so guilty you don't even need the bag of evidence—the bag of lollipops usually hidden atop the fridge—to know he's played right into your daughter's tricks.

And your sweet baby girl, your cunning three year old, turns to face you with a big grin on her face and one chubby cheek puffed out with a lollipop stored inside it. You try to frown at her, really, but it's so hard to get mad at her when she's nearly a carbon copy of her father.

"Mama!" She calls, voice muffled by the candy in her mouth. She's standing between Ren's spread legs, but one toddler-sized fist is pointing accusingly at her father. "Papa gave me this. I not in trouble!"

"Way to sell me out," Ren huffs, crossing his arms. Your daughter pulls the lollipop from her mouth and holds the treat in one hand. You have to use your own palm to smother the adoring smile overtaking your features as you watch the scene unfold, especially when your daughter leans forward to smack a sticky kiss to her father's cheek.

"It's okay, Papa." She assures him, voice serious and bright, like she wasn't playing her father right in front of you. Honestly, you admire her skill at getting Ren to do what she wanted. "I still love you, 'kay?"

And Ren nods dutifully, falling hopelessly for his daughter's tricks. You're not even certain he realizes that he just took the blame for the act they undoubtedly conspired in.

"You both know we don't eat candy before dinner," You remind them sternly, though your pointed mom-is-pissed look is mainly trained on your husband. You're grateful that they both look down at the floor in shame, because it gives you a chance to grin at how cute they both are before clearing your throat to get their attention.

Their attention snaps to you, and suddenly you're reminded that you're just as powerless to Ren's and your daughter's wide puppy-dog eyes.

"Dinner's almost ready. Wanna help me finish cooking while Papa sets the table?" Your question is met with a cheer as your daughter races towards you, getting scooped up easily into your arms. With a smile, you press a series of kisses to her chipmunk cheek, which has her squealing with laughter in seconds.

The sound is like heaven to your ears, and you know you can never be truly mad at Ren for caving to your sweet daughter's demands for an extra lollipop when you're just as likely to bend the rules of the world to give her what she wants.

Ren appears at your side, one hand settling low on your back while he presses a kiss of his own to your temple, despite the lollipop stick hanging from his mouth. You tug it out carefully, angling your chin up for a proper kiss that he readily gives you.

"Thanks for not being mad," He murmurs against your lips, words a quiet hum despite the way your daughter rambles on about something she had done at daycare that day.

"You're dealing with her sugar rush later," You fire back, winking as his face pulls into an expression of pained realization at what he had done. Popping his lollipop into your own mouth, you grin around the candy and turn to leave your daughter's room with her on your hip and Ren's heavy sigh.

And a chastise from your daughter, too.

"Mama, no candy!"

h. umemiya

There was never a doubt in your mind that Hajime would make a brilliant father. Always so doting, so attentive. He practically oozed fatherhood long before you married him.

So when you found out you were pregnant with twins, you knew you'd be perfectly fine.

Not that you thought it would be easy, oh no. You knew the hardships of becoming first time parents, and now you had double the tasks to do with two babies, but you had Hajime by your side.

And you were right.

The twins, one boy and one girl, are only three months shy of being a year old, and everyday has felt like a dream. They each have developed their own personalities, but one thing's for certain—they love their papa.

You're doing laundry. It's a mundane task, but with two babies, there's always a pile of something that needs to be washed. Hajime has the twins, so you're able to knock through a few loads without interruption. It's only when you take a load of sheets outside to hang that you realize just where your husband has been entertaining your children for so long.

"And this one's a tomato plant!" Hajime declares proudly, pointing to the aforementioned vegetable not quite yet producing. The twins are in their carrier, both strapped to his chest and facing outward as he shows off his garden for the umpteenth time to your drooling babies. "You both liked tomatoes last time we tried them."

You're stuck standing by the laundry wire, arms wrapped loosely around yourself. There's something so unbelievably heartwarming about seeing your husband talk to your children without him knowing you're there.

"And, oh, that's sweet peas! You like those," Hajime presses a kiss to the crown of your daughter's head to reference her while he stands tall with his hands on his hips. He repeats the action with your son, a chuckle shaking his shoulders as he does so. "But you just threw your peas in my face. Your mama thought that it was really funny."

You grin at the memory. Of how your son wasted no time in lobbing his food at his father the moment he got control of the spoon, how despite the sweet pea puree sliding down his face, Hajime didn't once stop smiling.

"When you're both old enough, you'll have your own garden plots to grow whatever you want!" Hajime declares, to which your daughter babbles excitedly, matching her papa's energy. Your son turns his head to chew on the strap of the carrier, and the action brings you into his line of sight. He coos instantly, chubby baby arms stretching out for you to hold him.

The movement catches Hajime's attention, and he turns to face you. Just like his son, your husband brightens when he realizes you're nearby, one arm extending to beckon you closer. And really, you'd be a fool if you ever denied Hajime anything, so you abandon the laundry to find your way to your husband's side, overlooking his garden plots.

"There's Mama," He wraps an arm around shoulders as soon as you're in reach, crushing you into his side, careful of your son's legs. You twist in his hold so that you can press kisses to the chubby cheeks of your twins, then to your husband's lips. "We were admiring the garden. I can't wait until they can help me with it."

"They're going to be veggie experts before they enter preschool." You joke, poking Hajime's side teasingly. Adoration shines so brightly in his eyes, you're once more reminded why you made the perfect choice in marrying him.

"I think we're going to add some cucumber seedlings before the season for them passes. The twins love them." He sways side to side as he speaks, large hands splaying on the bellies of both your children through the carrier. You smile at him, swaying along with him. Your son has a tight grip on one of your hands while your daughter expertly gnaws on the fingers of your other, anchoring you in place.

Not that you had any intention of running off anytime soon.

"That sounds perfect, Haji."

j. togame

"Papa, what about that one!"

Your son's excited shouts carry over the crowd of the festival. You smile up at him, sitting on your husband's shoulders and excitedly pointing at the fifth food stall you've passed so far.

"Oh, yeah. That one too." Jo assures your son, squeezing his legs in his large hands that are holding him still and safe over his shoulders. Your four year old giggles in excitement, pudgy palms pushing against Jo's cheeks from his vantage point.

"I met your Papa at a festival, you know." You call out to your son, smiling brightly up at the miniature carbon-copy of your husband. "He was working at a food stand, then."

"Woah..." Your son gasps, drawing a deep chuckle out of your husband. You slip your hand in the folded crook of Jo's elbow, keeping yourself close to him while you walk.

Jo had told your son about all the food stalls he had helped out at over the years, which led to your son asking if he had worked at every stand you passed.

Jo told him yeah, but you're starting to question the legitimacy of his assurances. There's a very real chance that he's just saying so that he can keep hearing your son's excited laughter at each stall.

"That's why your mama fell in love with me," Jo smiles, though it's a little wonky with the way your son squeezes his cheeks. "One bite of my fried noodles and she was begging to marry me."

"Oh please," You huff, laughing. Your free hand smoothes over the swell of your baby bump, six months pregnant with another boy. "You were the one begging for a date."

"Worked out pretty well for me, didn't it?" Jo's grin is charming and wide, his lazy grin sliding over to you with a warmth that matches the burning in your chest.

"I wanna work at a food stall!" Your son exclaims, bouncing with energy is certainly did not get from Jo. You laugh at his eagerness, turning your chin to press a soft kiss to your husband's bicep.

"I'll ask around," Jo nods, not even wincing when your son pulls a little too tightly on his hair in his excitement. He's twisting around on your husband's shoulders, like he's already looking for someone Jo can ask to let him help. It reminds you of Choji, and you make a mental note to invite him over to dinner so he can run out your son's endless energy.

"But for now, why don't you think of something you want to eat?" You pinch your son's leg, enjoying the shriek of laughter he lets out. Jo holds him tighter, a secure anchor keeping your son safe atop his shoulders.

"Hmm..." He hums in contemplation, considering the very important decision of what to eat. Something very important for his four-year old self, evidently. "What does baby brother want to eat, Mama?"

"I don't think you want what baby brother's been craving." Jo warns your son in a comment meant to tease you. In retaliation, you nudge him with your elbow but you can't argue. Your second pregnancy cravings are far stranger than your first had been.

"Baby brother wants some sweet bread." You counter with a snack you see at a food stall nearby. Jo sees what you're talking about and carefully redirects your route, sending you a subtlety pointed look when you attempt to remove your hand from his arm. With the crowd picking up the longer the festival carries on, Jo doesn't want you far from his side.

It's his own brand of silent, easy protectiveness that makes you wish you could marry him all over again.

You just might have to ask if he'll let you—after you give him his second son.

t. hiragi

Oh, your husband is screwed.

He's late for dinner, and your two year old daughter is going to give him hell for it. You really aren't sure if you should feel sorry for him, considering she gets her demand for punctuality from him.

But it might be your fault your daughter is even aware your husband is late coming home from work. It's not like she's able to tell time, but you had made an offhand comment, something mumbled more to yourself than for anyone else's ears.

"Papa should've been home already,"

Your daughter overheard, her little ears picking up on any mention of her beloved Papa. But the excitement she felt about hearing her papa's name was quickly overtaken by anger at the fact that he wasn't home to play dress up with her, like usual.

"Mama, what time?" Your tiny drill sergeant of a daughter demands while standing in front of the door, little arms crossed over her chest. She's pouting, and you know she's pissed because her little foot is tapping impatiently.

You tell her the time because there's no way you're going to end up on her bad side, too. Toma is out of luck, but it's every man for himself when your daughter's wrath is at hand.

Finally, you hear the tell-tale jingle of Toma's keys in the lock. You'd be lying if you said you weren't the tiniest big eager to see the showdown between your husband and your mini-me. Because as Toma likes to say, he was blessed with a daughter that's too similar to you.

"Hey, sweethearts. I'm home—" Toma calls out to the two of you, but he freezes in his tracks when he sees the lethal glare his daughter is giving him. You're struggling to smother your grin at the sight. "Uh-oh. What's happening?"

"You're late, Papa!" She huffs. In a dramatic flurry of movement, she crosses her arms tighter over herself and turns her back on the man she's been waiting the past ten minutes for.

"Mama sold me out, huh?" Toma sighs, defeated. You feel the slightest twinge of guilt when you see the hurt on his face at getting the cold shoulder from your daughter, but then you remember how he left you to handle bath time alone the night before, and you feel a little vindicated. "Well, baby, I only stopped to get dinner like Mama asked. That's why I was late."

He holds up the bag with the takeout you'd requested in it, trying to get your toddler to see sense. You're not sure if it's working, but she does turn back around to face him at the mention of food.

"I don't like when you're late," She says in her tiny voice, and it's like shots to the heart for you—so you can't even imagine what it's doing to Toma.

At this point it's just cruel. You know you need to intervene.

"You know what? I completely forgot I asked Papa to stop and get dinner for us." You say, crossing the short distance to where your husband is still standing by the door and desperately trying to win your daughter's favor. You trade him a kiss for the takeout bag, and things seem almost normal when your daughter steps forward to hug Toma's leg. She's still pouting, though, so you make a show of looking in the bag and gasping dramatically. "Papa got your favorite, too! Isn't that so nice of him, baby?"

"You 'membered my favorite?" Your daughter asks with wide eyes, and your husband wastes no time in scooping her up off her feet. He presses a kiss to her cheek, big and dramatic the way she likes it, and he's rewarded with the sound of her laughter ringing through your small home.

"Of course I did." He assures her with a smile. You see the relief in his eyes that her attitude didn't last long, and you can't help but poke his side teasingly. "Now, why don't we go eat?"

"Yes, Papa!"

h. suo

Your home is concerningly quiet when you come home from work.

With three kids and a husband, it's a miracle that the place isn't torn up. But Hayato does a good job at keeping the kids entertained and in line, so when you come home to an empty living room, you wonder if he took them to the nearby park.

But when you wander into the kitchen to try and figure out a plan for dinner, you see the teapot on the counter, along with an open and ransacked box of cookies, and you know exactly where your missing family members are located.

You grin and make your way down the hallway to your eldest's room. Just like you expected, the door is cracked and your three year old daughter is hosting a tea party. But instead of having her stuffed animals seated in the small chairs around the table, she has her two younger brothers and father playing along.

You lean silently against the door frame, grateful that Hayato's back is to you so you can observe without his teasing comments. Your smile overtakes your face as your daughter gives orders to her brothers—one just two months shy being two and the other only four months and in a bouncer.

Your middle son clumsily holds his—thankfully empty—teacup, cookie crumbs over his face. He's clinging onto his favorite blanket, and you make a mental note to sneak it away and wash it while he's napping next.

Your youngest hasn't grasped the concept of pretend play yet. He's making a valiant effort to eat the plastic tea cup his sister set in front of him.

"The tea is quite good today, dear." Hayato sips his empty cup, his long frame folded into the tiny chair set up at the table. Your daughter giggles at the dramatic voice he uses when he talks, and you can only imagine the proud grin he wears at making her laugh.

Though, your secret admiring is short lived when your middle son spots you, his baby voice babbling out something only you and Hayato recognize as 'Mama!' that you hope he never stops calling you.

"Ah, there she is." Hayato hums sweetly as he twists in his chair to face you front his seat. You step fully into the room, found out, and have every intention of greeting him with a kiss like usual, but then he opens his mouth with a smug comment you should've expected. "We're in dire need of waitstaff. Can you refill my tea for me?"

You stop just short of kissing him. You flick his forehead instead, his laughter ringing throughout the room. Your kids see the smiles on both your faces and laugh along; your youngest blows a raspberry and spit dribbles down his chin.

"Mama isn't the waiter!" Your daughter protests, jumping up to set another placemat for you. "Sit next to me!"

"Someone likes me," You grin, poking your tongue out at your husband. He smiles back, like usual, and doesn't miss a beat when he hands your middle child another cookie he's no doubt babbling for.

"Yeah, Papa." Your daughter carefully pours you fake tea. She takes her time, concentrating, wanting to get it exactly right. Just like her father taught her. "Don't be mean to Mama."

"But that's what makes Mama fall in love with me," Your husband smoothly reasons. You roll your eyes, but you can't deny it. His relentless teasing drew you to him. There's something to be said about a man that can make you laugh.

And Hayato is funny enough that you gave him three kids.

"Now," You lift your plastic teacup and tap it gently against your daughter's before taking a 'sip'. You even make a point to hum contentedly, like it was the best tea you've never tasted. "What were we talking about?"

"Papa said he's gonna teach me to fight!"

[a/n: I loved writing this so much. lmk if you want more because I would be SO down.]

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Hello!! I’m hoping to request wind breaker characters (please include Umemiya, Kiryu and tsubaki if you don’t mind!) with a reader who has really ‘nerdy’ interests? (Nerdy as in buys anime figures, plays dating sims, etc!!)

I just started watching Wakatoi, so I'm more than ready for this request! Coming right up (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

➜ my king umemiya hajime actively funds your obsession with whatever it is that you like ➜ manga? he's buying the latest volumes so that you can read to him. figurines? he'll bring blind boxes to your house to open them together while you hang out ➜ however, the one exception to this support is dating sims. he hates your dating sims ➜ you have an actual, tangible, breathing boyfriend sitting two feet from you, what on earth could you possibly get out of a dating sim ➜ he will pout and throw a tantrum, that's a guarantee

"Y/N!! I'm here!" Umemiya calls, stepping into your hourse. He toes his shoes off and places them on the rack before heading upstairs to meet up with you. His heart thrums in his chest, his excitement making him more hyper than normal. He reaches the door to your bedroom and pushes it open, not bothering to knock. It's a bad habit of his, and you've scolded him repeatedly for it, especially after he walked in on you changing once in his eagerness. This time though he's safe. You're just sat in your gaming chair, your back to him and your headphones on. However it's not you that draws his attention, but rather the image of . . . Xavier. Umemiya stops dead in his tracks, his face falling and going blank as he watches you continue to flirt with code in your computer instead of just messaging him to flirt instead. Eventually, you sense someone's presence behind you and turn in your chair, taking your headset off. "Oh! Hajime! You scared me what are you doing here?" you jump. "What am I doing?" he asks incredulously, "what are you doing?" "Playing games, duh," you gesture to your monitor. "Anyways, how many times to I have to tell you to knock before just barging into my roo-" Umemiya falls to his knees and cradles his head in his hands. You flinch backwards at the sight before shooting from your seat and dropping in front of him to check on him. "Hajime, what's wrong?" "Just my luck, my girlfriend loves a computer more than me," he mumbles to himself. You sigh and gently push his head. "Don't just drop like that, you scared me!" Umemiya looks up at you and points, "And you are mean. How many times will you choose one of them," he points at your computer, "over me?!" The two of you enter a tense staring contest before you finally crack and burst into a fit of giggles. You shake your head and wrap your arms around Umemiya's neck, hugging him tightly. "Sorry, but it's fun!" He sighs and smiles softly, kissing your cheek.

➜ kiryu mitsuki doesn't really get your obsession with all these things that much, but he won't ever make fun of you for it ➜ rather, he'll support you from the sidelines ➜ he won't ever pose a date where you both go to pop ups and themed cafes, but if you ask him to come with you to one, he'll never say no ➜ after all, it makes you happy, and there's nothing that brings joy to him like seeing your smile

"Mitsu, look!" you gasp, pointing at a tiny stall selling a variety of plushes from Fruits Basket. There's a tiny Kyo, complete with his signature pout, and a Tohru with her eyes closed as she smiles brightly. You pull on Kiryu's hand and lead him to the stall, your eyes roaming all along the plushes from the other shows as well. There's Blue Lock plushes, Attack on Titan, Haikyuu, Apothecary Diaries, and so many more. "Cute," Kiryu says, picking up a sample version of Jinshi. "You want one?" You nod enthusiastically, before looking back over the array of characters they have. "We should get a couple! Mmm, let's see, what romance characters do they have?" "What about those ones?" Kiryu asks pointing at the Kyo and Tohru plush from before. You shake your head. "We can definitely get those, but I wanna see if I can find a couple that's more like us." "Hmm, do you think I'm like any of these characters?" "I don't know, maybe not," you sigh after seeing the roster of couples again. "Maybe we should just get Kyo and Tohru then." "I'm fine with anything." You pick up the two plushes in your hands and carry them to the attendant in charge of the stall. Kiryu hands her some cash to pay for the stuffies, and the attendant happily puts the two in a bag before handing them back to you. "Thank you!" you call over your shoulder as you walk away with Kiryu. Later, on Instagram, you post a selfie that the two of you took with the plushes. You hold Tohru and Kiryu holds Kyo in front of your faces, with the show's theme song playing in the background.

➜ tsubaki tasuku knows all too well what it's like to have interests that could be shunned or looked down upon, so he will literally never say or do anything to make you feel embarrassed or ashamed (unless what you're into is like weird fetishes and illegal crap of course) ➜ i think the one thing tsubaki could really get on board with is cosplay though ➜ the opportunity to essentially play dress up, then get to take cute pics, with his favorite person? sign him the fuck up! ➜ he ends up getting super into cosplay as well thanks to you, and a portion of his savings ends up going into funding the hobby

Tsubaki and you are getting ready for a photoshoot. You're tucking the last of his braid into his wig cap. "Tasuku," you marvel, "you have such pretty hair. It's not fair." Tsubaki giggles and waves you off. "Only cuz I do so much to treat it. Your's is naturally pretty though, that's better I think." "Well either way, we'll be in wigs, so what does it really matter?" you place a long white wig on Tsubaki. "I'm so excited! You'll look so pretty as Tomoe!" "I hope so, this wig was expensive, especially to attach the ears on top of it all," Tsubaki says, adjusting the positioning of the wig on his head. About an hour and a half later, Tsubaki is all dolled up, looking like he came straight from the anime. You hurry to grab your phone, taking a few preliminary and more informal photos with Tsubaki. It's a bit weird to see someone who looks like Tomoe acting as refreshing as Tsubaki does, but when it comes time for the professional photos, he quickly snaps into place. Tsubaki's model face is truly a powerful thing, and he's easily able to convey every ounce of haughtiness that Tomoe possesses. He twirls strands of snow white hair around his fingers, which the two of you've adorned with long press-on nails. At one point, you hand him the infamous hairpin from the show, and he effortlessly works his hair into an updo. By the end of the photoshoot, the two of you are huddled around your computer as the photos upload from the memory card in your camera. "Oh my god Tasuku, you're a proper model, I swear! You should really try to get scouted after school is over," you squeal. You smirk and tease, "I'll show these to Umemiya later. He'll adore them!" Tsubaki turns red and laughs nervously. He cups his hands over his cheeks and chuckles, "Ahh, I hope so. But, I do look really cool, don't I?"

a/n: I've always wanted to try cosplay, but it's such an expensive hobby, I just can't. anyways, y'all cosplayers look beautiful ദ്ദി(ㅠᯅㅠ)!

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UME REQUESTS!! (Open)

I feel bored and spicy and i never post anything in here BUT I FEEL LIKE DOING NOW

I'm gonna take request in Umemiya x reader one shots! (I'm craving for some nsfw ones but everything is welcome in here!!)

Pls jsut don't let me flop:")

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TL;DR

Umemiya Hajime x Reader

wc: <900

Sfw

In more words than I can make a title out of, you read to your boyfriend Umemiya after he breaks his glasses.

“…Plants form flower buds only when they contain reserve food. This is true of plants grown for flowers or fruits. Rapidly growing plants, such, for example as Dahlias that have been too heavily fertilized and grown on rich soil, will produce prolific plants, stems and foliage, but few flowers…Hajime? Are you snoring?” you ask, though by now in your relationship, you can tell the slow heavy breaths that come with your boyfriend mean he's dozing as he holds you, rather than listening to you reading it.

“…mmh, sounds good Pumpkin,” he mumbles, half asleep as you look up at him with a sigh.

“Did you hear anything I just read?” you ask, not mad, but certainly exhausted from the monotony of the book. Audels Gardeners and Growers guide volume 4 was not for the casual gardener, nor was it something you yourself were interested in.

Two days ago during a maybe too enthusiastic make out session in his room, Umemiya managed to fully crush his glasses, frames and all with his elbow, though neither of you noticed until you got up the next morning with one of the lenses having pasted itself to your thigh as you slept before uncerimoniously falling on the floor with a small tink as you got out of bed.

It wasn’t too big a deal; he barely used them unless he was reading...except for the fact that he reads. A lot. Much more than you’d think a retired gang leader would at least, and although it was cute for the first few minutes, him holding his book out as he tried to squint-read the words had become a problem. The squinting was giving him migraine that even he couldn't brush off as nothing.

“I’ll just read it to you until you get your glasses back from the eye doctor's. It's partially my fault they're broken anyways.”

“Really?! You're gonna read to me?” he’d asked, and you're sure if it were possible, he'd have stars in his eyes. That was when he drug out blankets from the closet and made mugs of tea for you both before settling you to sit between his legs in the recliner, having you lean back against his broad chest. The blankets over you were icing on the cake, leaving you both more than comfortable for this.

Cracking open the book, you began where he'd left off on the page, but the more you read, the less sounds and comments he'd make, until finally, painfully, you read to where you're at now, stuck on this chapter about plant fertilization.

"Hajime, your tomatoes are escaping," you say, testing just how far gone he is.

“Huh? Catch them,” he breathes, and you know for sure that he’s listening but definitely not listening.

He only really starts to wake up when you shake him awake with your laughter, his continued nonsensical answers cracking you up. You lost it when you told him he had to bounce on it.

"Bounce on it?

"Crazy style," you nod solemnly, doing your best Nosferatu impression before you bark with laughter. Your laugh dies down as his arm tightens around you, the haze of sleep finally clearing.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, just that I both managed to convince you that your tomatoes were taking a vacation to Costa Rica, and that my middle name is William. You said it was beautiful," you snicker, feeling him chuckle as he leans forward to blow a raspberry right on your cheek.

"Wha- A sneak attack?"

"That's what you get for bullying me in my sleep." You can recall a few times he's bullied you in your sleep and it wasn't anything as innocent as this.

"That's what you get for falling asleep while I was reading to you."

"It's not my fault your voice is soothing. I don't think I've ever slept better. Maybe you're a siren? Hypnotizing and tempting me into sleep infested waters," he teases, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to the crown of your head. He definitely been reading too many bedtime stories to his siblings again.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, because you are also insanely cheesy,” you laugh, dog-earring the page in the book. While this wasn't productive for reading, you can't say it wasn't at least relaxing to a point.

“I’m lucky you’re mine,” he smiles, leaning back in the recliner further to curl you up closer in his arms. “Will you read to me again sometime? I can’t promise I won’t fall asleep, but I really do love hearing your voice.”

It’s a bit embarrassing to hear, because you know it’s true. He’ll call you any time you’re free, saying that he just really missed hearing you. Looking on his phone, he’s saved every voice message you’ve ever sent. He’s absolutely shameless about you and you can’t bring yourself to be anything but shameless about him too.

“Mm…I guess this siren can spare a little of my voice for you.”

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ouch!

— syn. the wind breaker boys when you have an injury.

— ft. umemiya, togame, kaji

— notes. reader is called gf & she/her in umemiya's. can u tell ume's ones draineddd me, 7 whole slides for a man that aint even real 😔💔

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hiiii there,For your 3k event!! Can i request a jealouse umemiya smut maybe?? It will ne amazing if you write it ! Thank you !!

Ume will be slight out of character but daldsaljnljxla we love ume MDNI / 18+ / Aged up! / AGED UP! / TW/CW: Umemiya Hajime x Fem!Reader, Jealousy, claiming, marking + more / DRABBLE /

3k Event | Master list

You don’t even realize you’re doing it. You're at the regular store after Umemiya has had a fight and had you to patch him up while Kotoha is making some food for the other guys. This leads to you patching up Sakura as well, he needed some treatment and you couldn't just leave him there with injuries.

The way you let out a soft giggle whenever Sakura said something that probably was just him being his usual stiff and flustered self made Umemiya have that little bubble of jealousy well up inside of him. He knew what he was getting himself into with you, a soft, kind, caring and loving girlfriend, what more could he want? Although, your kindness stems to other people...

After you finished patching Sakura up, you moved over to Umemiya, plopping yourself down next to him, snuggling up close and you feel his arm wrap tightly around your waist. He has a tight hold on you as he placed a loving kiss to your forehead and you let out a happy sigh as your stomach does little flips.

“You making friends with them, baby?" he whispers in your ear, breath tickling you causing that soft laugh to fall past your lips.

"Not really, Haji," you replied in the same tone, although it was a little hard to hear what you even said because of how loud the first and second years were. "Just patching him up."

You felt his lips move down, but only just an inch, his lips grazing the soft skin just below your ear, placing a kiss and the action made your body heat up. Not only your body, but your core. Why the hell was he doing this in front of them?!?!??!?!?

A lightbulb moment went off in your head.

Oh, so that's why.

You smiled hopelessly as you figured it out, your sweet jealous boy.

“Oh, Haji-" you add, you arms moving up so that your fingers could intertwine with Umemiyas hair, rubbing his scalp and he nuzzles his face closer into your neck.

“I know,” he cuts in. “I know, sweetheart. But still.”

His hand flattens at your waist, slipping beneath your shirt just enough to brush warm skin. “I’ve been real patient tonight,” he whispers, lips brushing your cheek like a kiss he hasn’t given you yet. “But I don’t like sharing. Especially not when you’re out here lookin’ like that. I can't wait to get you home..."

You let out a shaky breath. "Take me home now, Hajime, please."

His hand flattens at your waist, slipping beneath your shirt just enough to brush warm skin.

“I’ve been real patient tonight,” he whispers, lips brushing your cheek like a kiss he hasn’t given you yet. “But I don’t like sharing. Especially not when you’re out here lookin’ like that. I can't wait to get you home..."

You let out a shaky breath. “Take me home now, Hajime. Please.”

The door barely clicks shut behind you before he’s on you. One hand slides up your back, the other gripping your thigh to hoist it around his hip as he walks you backward toward the couch.

His mouth dips to your throat.

“Hajime-” You gasp, clutching his shoulders.

“You looked real pretty tonight,” he murmurs against your skin. "I hated how all those first years were gawking at you, sweetheart."

“I wasn’t-” you start, but he cuts you off with a slow kiss just below your ear.

“I know you weren’t. That’s why I’m not mad, sweetheart. But I still gotta fix somethin’, don’t I?”

You blink up at him, dazed. “Fix what…?”

“You keep letting people think you’re unclaimed,” he says gently. “But you wanna be, don’t you?”

.“...Yes.”

“You want me to leave a mark, baby? "

You nod before you can think, thighs clenching around his waist. “Please, Hajime…”

Then he kisses you again, right over your pulse, open-mouthed and wet. Sucks just enough to sting. His tongue soothes the burn, then he bites, not hard, but enough to make you whimper and cling to him.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, pulling back to admire the blooming red. “Look at you. Perfect might I say.”

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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umemiya does not shy away from showering you with praise and compliments every single day. and it's always something new. one day he'll compliment your new hairdo and another day he'll comment on how the sunlight is bringing out the colour in your eyes. his praise never fails to make you blush and he loves to see you get so flustered. he think it's just so adorable.

so one day you thought to return the favour.

"i love how your eyes droop," you say. "makes you look like a puppy.

you have never seen your boyfriend so... bashful before this. his entire face is red, the colour even reaching the tips of his ears down to his neck. he tries to say something but he's just opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. the poor boy is so frazzled, he has no idea what to do.

his heart just can't handle all this sweet talk from you! and that statement nearly made his heart implode!

you giggle softly and say, "i see why you like seeing me so flustered all the time. i ought to do this more often."

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